The next morning at work was interesting! My cock was rock hard even before Jayne came in, and my mind was thinking about how she'd react to me after having my cock forced deep down her throat.
Last night had ended a bit abruptly, I guess being forced in the way she was and then ending up on your ass in the dirt, with your dress under you armpits whilst coughing up sperm does tend to draw an evening to a close!
In the end the day was more awkward than enjoyable. I spent most of it thinking about her slurping as she sucked on my cock or of pulling down her panties to exposure her shaven pussy, but that maybe, was just my imagination getting carried away from that stolen glimpse through her undies.
I'm sure she tried her hardest to avoid me as much as possible. Still I managed to convince her to shift my Wednesday meeting with a regional director till Friday. This meant me having to fly out Thursday and then back late on Friday and so I suggested we meet up at a hotel near the airport and have dinner β but this time getting less drunk! I didn't get total agreement!
Thankfully just before I left the regional office that Friday evening, I got a call to tell me that she would meet me for dinner. I got on the plane full of anticipation and excitement.
We met in the restaurant of the hotel, nothing really special to be honest, despite it being a top hotel. Jayne was perched on a stool at the bar sipping on some cocktail β champagne somewhere in there no doubt. She had made quite an effort and looked utterly stunning. Her little black flowing dress just about retaining her breasts, and tantalisingly without need of a bra given the depth of the neck line!
I put my hand on her shoulder and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She turned to receive my greeting, uncrossing her legs in the process and causing the left side of her dress to fall away almost to her hip. Her little black dress was no more than a wrap around, held in place at the waist by a few clasps. The full sight of her shapely thigh enclosed in fine hosiery held by garter straps filled my vision, but it was a brief pleasure before her hand caught the fallen material and replaced it over her lap. Still the lingering memory remained to torment me throughout dinner.
Our eyes rose together and met, mine no doubt displaying a degree of guilt at the sight I had stolen, but hers had a definite sparkle lurking deep in her black pupils. Had that display been orchestrated? I couldn't help my mind from thinking of it as a deliberate attempt to tempt me with arousing displays of her body. She wanted me and was showing me the pleasures she had to offer.
As we walked over to the dinner table, I rested my hand on her lower back, my fingers lingering over her ass, guiding her and feeling the movement of her ass swaying as she walked.
I have a thing about asses and love to look and play with those puckered, horny little holes (this was probably due to my wife's abject hatred of any attention focussed on hers!).
My hand dropped lower and gently sought to shape the bottom of her ass through her dress. My fingers then locating and tracing the seam of her thong or string back up through the crevice of her ass towards her lower back.
There was no reaction whatsoever from Jayne, she continued to engage our banal introductory conversation as though I wasn't even touching her. Such confidence was incredibly sexy to me but I could feel her indifference seeding a faint determination in my mind.
Towards the end of dinner I asked her outright if she would stay with me at the hotel...tonight!